Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2008 10:07:28 EDT
From: Andichan@aol.com
Subject: A Litte Bit of History (2)
A Little Bit of History. II
This is a true account of my sexual awakening.
Names have been altered to spare blushes and I'm not in the business of
hurting peoples feelings.
This story contains details of sexual activity between young boys.
Please leave now if it is illegal for you to read such work.
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As I marched swiftly out of the changing rooms I heard Ians' yell for
assistance.
"Can't do that right now Ian! I'll wait outside for you!"
I barged through the fire exit onto the sports field welcoming the cool air
in my lungs and desperately trying to concentrate on thoughts of cold
radiators or whatever.
Slowly, very slowly, the protrusion in my trousers subsided and when Ian
found me I was almost back to a degree of respectability.
"What's with you back there? I only wanted a hand to dry my back!"
"Sorry Ian. It's not that I didn't want to but more like I couldn't. It's
difficult to explain."
"The only difficulty you had was a `little local difficulty'. Not easy to
miss! You had a hard-on didn't you?!"
"Well er, - um--,"
"Is that a `well er-um' yes? A `well er-um' no? Or a `well er-um' maybe?!"
"It was a `well er-um -------Yes damn it! I had a hard-on! So now what!" I
said defiantly.
"Easy boy easy! Was it looking at me? You a homo?"
Ouch!! Now dear reader, back then `that sort of thing' carried a stigma of
immense proportions, not least because it was illegal no matter how old you
were. There were no `nice' names for it like `gay' or `poof' or `queer'. To
be labelled as a `homo' at school was like you were carrying the plague or
some such thing mainly because it was widely believed that homosexuality
was actually an illness curable only by a long prison stretch or regular
punishment beatings by your fellow class mates. -- More often as not, it
was the latter and there are many well documented instances of kids
committing suicide as a result.
Now Ians tone was not one of derision but more like a straight forward
question like `How are you today?' For whatever reason I couldn't bring
myself to lie to him.
"I don't know." I replied, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes.
"But you liked looking at me?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
The one thought racing through my head was `I'm dead. Very, very dead!' But
Ian smiled at me!
"Well it's nice to know that someone finds me attractive!"
I laughed nervously, the tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. I sniffed the
snot back up my nose as Ian put his arm around my shoulder.
"Don't worry about it! It's ok! It's actually quite flattering! Remember me
telling you that you looked nice so I asked who you were?"
"Yeah I remember."
"Well then! Come on. You promised me a guided tour, right?"
We walked off across the playing field in silence until I broke the
impasse. "Does that mean that, --- what I'm trying to say is that, ---
bugger, I'm making a mess of this. Does that mean that you maybe think
tható"
"I'm a homo?" Ian interrupted.
"Well yes. That's what I was trying to say."
"Not sure but I saw you popping glances at me and I wasn't in any great
rush to cover up! Read into that what you may?"
My relief was audible! "You're not shitty with me then? You're not going to
blab it `round the school that I was perving you up?"
Ian giggled furiously! "Is that what you were doing? Honest? Perving me?"
"Yeah yeah, I was! No point in denying it is there."
"Well in that case Andy, you leave me with few options!"
Panic set in, the colour draining from my face, I thought I would pass out
with terror!
"Hey, hey! Don't be so bloody daft! Of course I'm not going to tell! How
can I even if I wanted to, - which I don't, - you sort of know about me as
well, don't you!"
I flopped down on a bench feeling totally exhausted, - my nerves having
completely drained me of energy. Ian sat beside me and nudged me in the
ribs.
"You ok? You look fucking awful!"
"I feel fucking awful! That was a mean trick to play!"
"Sorry! I've got an evil sense of humour!"
"Sodding right you have! I really don't want to go in this afternoon, -
fancy bunking off?"
"Sounds great but we'll get serious shit if we do."
Ian put his head between his legs then suddenly looked up at me.
"I've got it! We go into school right now and the way you look at the
moment, you won't have to bunk off `cos you'll be sent home sick. I'll
volunteer to go with you to make sure you don't die on the way! How's that
for a genius-type plan!"
"Wow! I like it!"
"Yeah I know what you like but what about the plan?" Ian laughed.
"Very funny, twatt face! Let's give it a go!"
Looking back on it now, it's hard to believe that we swung it. Ian did the
talking and I did an `Oscar-winning' performance of being terminally ill.
Once out of the school grounds we headed up into the hills that would
eventually lead to my house.
"Can't go back to mine. My mum will be there. We can hide out in the woods
if you want?"
"Ooo Andy! You going to take me into the woods where all the nasty people
go to do unspeakable things to little boys like me!!?"
"Little boys like you?! Fuck off you goofy twatt!"
"I'm not a goofy twatt!" Ian raced off into the woods, laughing as he went
but he was no match for me, ---I had my bike!
Ian, nearly hysterical with laughter at this point, looked around as I
closed the ground between us. Ian let loose in a sing-song voice.
"I'm not a goofy twatt! Andy said I was gorgeous! Andy said I was
gorgeous!"
I finally caught up with him. Ian was panting hard and sweating.
"I never said that you were gorgeous, you bastard!"
Ian collapsed in a heap on the grass.
"Yeah you did as well!"
"Fucking never did! I said I fancied you ----- no! I never said that
either! Oh bollocks!"
"Ooo! Ooo!"
Ian again sprang into song!
"Andy fancies me! Andy fancies me!"
I shoved my bike on the ground and fell down next to Ian.
Between gasping for breath, I replied.
"I never, not fucking ever said that, you bastard!!"
Ian, laying on the grass with his hands behind his head, carried on his
stupid singing, flexing his obvious hard-on in time with the words.
"Andy fancies me! Andy fancies me!" Twitch, -- twitch!
"Fuck you Ian!"
"Never on the first date darling! My dad did teach me and my sister
something!"
Now this I found so bloody hilarious! I cried with laughter!
We settled down. Finally the little giggles that follow on from a good joke
passed.
"Ian?"
"Hmm?"
"You're a goofy twatt but I like you a lot!"
"I can't wait."
"For what?"
"You know what! I can't wait either! I was just --- well, bothered about
where to begin."
I gingerly slid my hand up his leg like Stans `Nerves' game. Ian
exhaled. "Arrrrh!"
I didn't stop. I very slowly edged up his leg. No teachers or lessons to
pretend to concentrate on, I concentrated my efforts on just how good I
could make him feel. I was only about two inches from his obviously aroused
dick when he stopped me.
Sitting bolt upright and not saying a word, Ian shook off his shirt,
trousers, shoes, pants and socks and laid back down.
"Oh my God!" was all I could whisper.
Ian in his silly sing-song voice, looking up at me, "Andy's going to love
me! Andy's going to love me!"
Ian was stark bollock naked!
A hard-on which didn't need music to throb to.
I reached out and almost reverently touched him. I wanted him so much! My
young mind, -- not as sexually aware as kids today are, -- was screaming at
me!
Ian buckled under my touch, --- such as it was and raised his arse off the
ground.
"No more Andy! Please cuddle me!! -- Now?!"
Now I wanted this more than anything else in the world at that moment!
I rolled over to grab Ian when he pushed me back onto the grass.
"Please get naked, Andy! I want to feel you not your clothes!?"
We cuddled.
And cuddled!
My dick was a little bigger than Ians, so I laid mine up his tummy and had
his under my little balls, --- his dick towards my bum.
To begin with, we just `humped' each other but the feeling of our bodies
cuddling gave way to more erotic thoughts.
"Oh Andy! Fuck this feels so fucking good!!!"
"Ooooooooh! This is heaven Ian!!"
"Ohh Andy! So nice! -- Have you ever kissed"
"Ahhh! Oooo! Uph! Only my mother -- ashhhit so good!"
Ian was on my mouth like a leech!
My god!! My God!! I WANT THIS!!
I kissed him back with all the expertise of a drunken Glaswegian with a
whore!
(No disrespect people.)
We erupted together and stayed leaning into each other for ages.
Then the sound of bikes being towed up the hill.
School day over.
Ian to get his bus.
Me to get home before anyone rats on me.
Totally spent and satisfied, -- I gave Ian a quick squeeze.
"I didn't enjoy that at all!"
"Nah! Me neither! Prefer school really. That was so fucking boring!"
More to come.
Thanks for the feedback everyone.
This, as I've pointed out, is a factual account of my early life.
Young boys do not go from innocent kids to full blown sex machines over
night.
Time and circumstances are the trigger.
Thanks to all of you who have read this and especially
To those who have responded.
andichan@aol.com